One hundred words for Friday Fictioneers
She wandered past the band. ‘One Day My Prince Will Come’ they played.
Is today the day my prince will come she wondered?
She meandered between the beds of nodding flowers
Is this a sign ?
He was handsome and his dog fine-looking. As they strolled in her direction his dog bounded up to her. He followed.
He smiled enchantingly and she smiled sweetly in return.
Is this him?
“Hi” he said. “Hi” said she.
She gazed into his glinting eyes. He gazed into hers.
“My dog likes you” he said. “What’s his name?” said she.
“Prince” he said.
Picture prompt ; David Stewart